WASH Part 3 - VFF
POSTED BY: CaptainZero
UPDATED: Thursday, January 22, 2009 02:35
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Funeral vs boring hospital, tough choice.
*Spinebite sniggers. Tillie and tater look at upper with shocked glances*
Sorry, sorry, I don't mean to say things like that out loud. I'm sorry.
*Upper looks shamefaced*
I don't know where it comes from sometimes.
Dr. Chen: Boring hospital it is.
*Upper nods and leaves the room*
Dr Chen: Dr Phoenix, I would like to discuss something with you, if you don't mind.
BRG and Dr Chen walk to his nearby office.
Dr Chen: Dr, does that girl seem stable to you?
BRG: Possibly not, but she could also just be annoying by nature.
*Dr Chen laughs*
Dr Chen: Not your favourite crew-mate? *then more seriously* "No, I mean, she seems not to be able to screen comments in her head before she makes them.
BRG: Yes, rude and annoying...Sorry,I don't mean it, she just riled me before.
Dr Chen: Ok, but I would advise you keeping an eye on that one, once you are out in the black again. From what the captain told me, it seems like it's getting worse. Something doesn't add up about her.
BRG *under his breath, so dr Chen doesn't hear him* Yeah, that makes two of us. Pro'bly more.
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*tater walks off with tillie*
Can I come along? To...you know....Captain Walker's...*she can't say the last word*
Tillie: Of course, Jordyn honey.
I feel so bad...we all thought he left us...but...he...*she begins to tear up*
Tillie: Oh, mei mei! Its alright none of us could have known what happend.
I know...but I still feel bad.
Tillie: There there sweetie. *hugs tater*
*after a moment tater speaks again*
Also...what's wrong with Upper? What she just said...it was so rude and out of character.
Tillie: Not sure. She has been through a lot. She might be a mite grumpy. I don't think she ment what she said.
Oh...
Tillie: What?
I'm not sure but I think that aint it. There seems to be something seriously wrong with Upper.
*tillie looks thoughtful*
Jie jie?
Tillie: Oh, its nothing. C'mon, how 'bout I do your hair? *she smiles down at tot*
Sure.
{(To the crew of the Wash: Sorry for my short post and interruption: I will be going away next weekend then after that school will be starting, so I won't be around. Infact with school starting I'll probably be non-existing, but I'll try and post as much as I can. Just a warning to y'all I didn't disappear....)}
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*goes to Spine after talking with Chen* So, can we get the shooting out of the way? I'd like to sleep tonight without being attacked or worrying about my aim being screwed from lack of practice.
Spine: Alright, suppose it won't hurt havin' you first, doc. I got a few guns pulled out, you can pick one you like. Ain't got any of that Alliance military-issue crap though.
Didn't expect you to, it's expensive stuff. *they walk outside where Spine has several objects and targets set up to shoot* I used to shoot cans with my A36 rifle between missions. Great assault rifle, that one.
Spine: Must be why we didn't have none of 'em.
*picks up a pistol from a table nearby that is full of Spine's guns* P17? Nice weapon, is this the 9mm?
Spine: 40.
Well, I got the gun right... *aims at one of the close targets and hits the bullseye* Same as I remember. *aims at one of the farthest out and puts the remaining 11 rounds into the bullseye*
Spine: Well doc, you aint half bad.
I always loved the pistols. *puts back the gun and takes a rifle* Model-23, lever-action? What caliber's this one?
Spine: .44 Magnum. Nice, big, and powerful.
*fires a round at a target in the middle area and hits the edge of the bullseye* I've never used one of these before, sights are hard to get used to.
Spine: Yeah, takes some practice, but it's better fer point'n and shoot'n, fast combat, it aint really a sniping weapon.
I can tell. *fires the rest of the bullets at center area targets and puts the gun back* I don't see anything automatic here.
Spine: Those are my precious ones. Full-auto aint the easiest thing to find, fact most aren't really legal..
Ah. *takes one of the rifles with a scope on it* Could it be? A good old Calbore-3? I used one of these with the 49th. This, my A36, and that old sharpshooter pistol. *begins firing at the targets in the back, hitting the bullseye with ease* God I love these. My dad had one me and him fired. I wanted one, but, it was medical school or a sniper rifle, so I had to wait for the military to come along. Fixed that problem right up.
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*Tillie arrives with an enormous pair of ear protectors and a basket full of firearms.*
Tillie: Hey guys, look what I got! Some of the nurses shoot targets, and they lent me their diOx pistols to practise with. Shiny, ma?
Spinbite: You don't want to shoot with those girly guns, Tillie. Try one of these.
Tillie: Nah, just target practice for now. See if I got any eye left, is all. No sense goin' to the trouble of findin' a real weapon if my shooting is lā jī.
BRG: I thought you were going to wait until we had a chance to examine your arms.
Tillie: An' miss the fun? Aw, c'mon Doc Alex, please let me try just a couple rounds.
BRG: As long as it's only the CO2 pistols, and as long as you only use lighter-weight weapons.
Tillie: *saluting with a giggle* Shì, xiān sheng!
*Tillie puts the ear protectors in place on her head, and loads pellets into one of the guns. She looks ridiculous, as if there are giant orange tea cups glued to either side of her head. Spinebite looks at her and laughs so hard he has to sit down. Tillie closes one eye, tilts her head just a little, and aims with one hand supporting the other.*
Spinebite: *crossing his arms* This oughta be good.
Tillie: *takes a shot at the closest target, frowns at the distance from the bullseye, and takes another shot which also misses the bullseye* Gorram sight don't line up right.
Spinebite: *elbowing BRG* Yeah, sure.
Tillie: *empties the pellets and reloads into a different gun* This one's better anyhow, nicer grip. *takes a shot that falls just outside the bullseye, wrinkles her nose, and takes three more shots that all go into the bullseye* That's more like it. *loads more pellets and shoots into a medium-distance target's bullseye.*
BRG: *elbowing Spinebite back* What do you think now?
Spinebite: Maybe that sight really was off.
Tillie: *loads again and shoots into one of the farther targets, all the shots landing in the bullseye* Gotta remember this model, got a good feel to it. *coming back to the table* Well, at least I ain't lost all my hand/eye. *hands the pistol to Spinebite* Lemme know if you can find somethin' similar to this, xíng ma?
Spinebite: That was some pretty good shooting there, Tillie.
Tillie: Shén me? Oh, sorry. *removes the protectors* What was that?
BRG: Maybe Ian should hold off until we've had a good look at your wrists.
Tillie: Oh all right, Doc. Gotta get these back anyhow. *takes the gun back from Spinebite* Good shooting, you two.
Spinebite: See ya.
Tillie: *turns around just as she's getting to the door* Hey Doc, ya think while we're in the exam you could maybe take some o' these out? *lifts her shirt just enough to expose a line of sutures* They itch somethin' awful.
lā jī = garbage
shì = yes
xiān sheng = sir/mister/teacher/(title of respect)
xíng ma = all right?/okay?
shén me = what?
"Need a weave on that?" - Simon, in The Train Job
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I don't think it should be a problem. *begins loading bullets into the magazine of one of the pistols* How long until we can get in?
Tillie: Ten minutes, I think.
Alright then. I guess I'll stay here until then... Unless Spine here doesnt want me wasting more of his ammo.
Spine: As if a hundred thousand rounds aint enough.... *muttering quietly* I'm gonna get the cap'n to take it outta your pay....
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It's on me today. We can use the practice.
*BlueRedGreen and Spinebite turn around, startled.*
May I? *Zero takes the weapon BRG has just finished loading and empties it into a target.*
*She hands the empty gun back to BRG and turns to Spinebite.*
Give me something with a little more oomph.
*Spinebite hands her the Magnum. She looks at it with grim satisfaction.*
This'll do.
*Zero shoots into a target until the bullseye is completely obliterated.*
Sorry about that.
Spinebite: No problem, Cap'n.
*She hands the gun back.*
Thanks.
We'll be leaving for Persephone tomorrow after breakfast. I'm not expecting any trouble from Badger because the job here is still going strong. Long as he's making a profit, he won't make any trouble. But I have some misgivings about the funeral. *Zero tosses Spinebite a bag of coin.* Here's for the ammo.
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*Persephone. Eavesdown Cemetery.*
*A man stands in front of a casket, his hands folded. He wears the black robes and collar of a shepherd. Around him in a rough circle are a group of mourners, their heads bowed. Alliance enforcers in shiny black are in evidence, along with several officers in grey and purple. Keeping an uneasy distance from them are people who may be farmers or laborers, many of whom wear brown dusters or trousers.*
Shepherd: We are gathered here today to pay our respects to Nickolas Walker.
*A woman in a long silk gown silently approaches and joins the group. She looks around before bowing her head with the others. Another woman joins the mourners. This one is dressed in a vest and trousers tucked into her boots with a gun at her hip. A third arrives, dressed in a military jumpsuit with a cap pulled down over her eyes. Two women arrive together, a young slender girl with beautiful silky brown hair and an older, curvier woman with untidy braids emerging from beneath her cap.*
Shepherd: Nickolas held many titles: Sergeant Walker *nodding to the Alliance officers*, Colonel Walker *nodding to those in brown*, Captain Walker *nodding to a man in Japanese robes and the woman in the vest*. He had many titles, but today we remember Nickolas Walker the man, and leave the titles behind.
*On the roof of the church next to the cemetery, a man lies in a prone sniper's position. He looks through a scope at the faces of the mourners. He moves the scope up to view the other buildings that surround the cemetery, and spots four other sniper positions. He murmurs into his mic. Two men step back and disappear out of sight, while at the same time a man and a woman move up to take their places.*
Shepherd: He loved his family and his friends. He loved his ship. He loved to help people. He loved adventure.
*An Alliance official's head is bowed, not in prayer but bent over a handheld database of wanted criminals. He looks up periodically to scan the faces of the mourners and check their features against the images on his screen. His behavior is not unnoticed, and several people hitch up their coat collars against the breeze and fix their hats more firmly on their heads. One man in an oversized duster is writing down the names of every purple-belly in attendance. He checks the names against another list, and whispers to the woman next to him. She looks at one of the officers, an older man with a scar above his eyebrow.*
Shepherd: We remember him today not just as an officer in an army or the captain of a ship but as a son, a brother, a friend.
*A whisper is heard from one of the bowed heads:* So much tension, it gives me an uncomfortableness. Feels like a storm about to break.
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Just to say thanks, cause i'm not sure what else to. He died saving another person, so i guess that's something. Thanks again. If there is anything else, don't hesitate to contact me.
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Tillie: Never got enough time to know him too well, but he was a good captain an' he treated his crew fair. Now we come to learn he was a hero, that he died saving someone else's life. Don't come as no surprise he put another's safety in front of his own. That sounds just like our Captain Walker. He'll always be a part of our ship, and just wanna send out respects to his family and tell you we will always hold him in our hearts.
"When you can't run anymore you crawl, and when you can't do that-- you find someone to carry you." The Message
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Thanks a bunch and nice sig. happy cruising.
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